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Toxic Lipstick are the hottest chix in grade 9, so u better bring a spare pair of undies in case u cream your good ones!!!! These ca-razy teens are emotional and hard hitting, with matching uniforms and voices that harmonise perfectly. Often they tear their uniforms off at exactly the same time to reveal amazing rock eisteddfod-esque costumes underneath. This move is generally busted just before the girls drop le bass.

Most people are all too aware of the fact that Toxic Lipstick are professional athletes who are unafraid to bust BITCHEN dance moves right in your face. In light of this astounding information, certain jealous types have reverted to the spreading of vicious rumours about the girls. For instance, it is purported Toxic Lipstick is no more than a front for failed early 90's psy trance band ‘'Sexual Acid and the Phfat Tits' in a desperate bid to relaunch their non existant career. Anyone who believes this cruel lie must surely be wasted on premium triple dipped brown acid, as the girls were only born in the early 90's, boasting the same age as Nikki Webster.

 
Discography.
 
poopin
TOXIC LIPSTICK : POOPIN : (2008) : CD.
Summer 08/09 will forever be known as the big brown one after the stench of the new Toxic Lipstick album Poopin reeks across Australia. Poopin is the fractal-crackin third album by Brisbane's favourite slumber party hosts, Synthia J Pop & Cyndii Valentine. Squeezed out while exchange students in Osaka, Japan, it sounds like a reverse enema for the brain. These girlz from the wrong side of the bike racks have produced eleven steamy crowd thumpers like Rape Me, Itchy Balls, and Teen Mum all worthy of inclusion in any self respecting rock eisteddfod production. Famed for their unique brand of electro-crap, a sound that's been described as "like Sigue Sigue Sputnik scoring Mortal Kombat porn" Poopin is a bass sensation in the brown note that will prove once and for all you can polish a turd, especially if left in your pants while gyrating on the dance floor.

REVIEWS.

"Toxic Lipstick have released Poopin’, a sickly monster decorated in a garish and excessive cover of elaborate eye-searing collages, while the inserted booklet is a hideous pastiche of teen-girl magazines. 10 of these 11 tracks are ‘classic’ pop-song length, nothing over 2 ½ minutes, and their extremely provocative titles promise much psychological mayhem and wanton sexual hi-jinks, lifting the lid on the obsessions and libido of an imaginary teenager in a stark no-holds-barred manner. It takes some constitution to endure the shrill and squeaky voices which scatter their random vocals over these hyperdriven beats and sick electronic thrashy noises (this record’s contrived cheepniss makes Bow Wow Wow sound like Mozart), but fans of Space Streakings or Melt-Banana will be quids in." - Ed Pinset, Sound Projector.

 
prisoner of hormonesTOXIC LIPSTICK : PRISONER OF HORMONES : CD (2005).

After selling panadol to ravers to fund their first album `When the Dove`s Cry` the girls are at it again this time unleashing their difficult second album on legendary imprint dualpLOVER records. Ultimately this new opus in pre-teenism shows that "Doves" their first offering was merely spotting compared to the heavy menstrual flow on the new album ‘Prisoner of hormones?.

REVIEWS:

"Toxic Lipstick are two chicks from Brisbane, Australia. They sing about shit that matters: boys, shafting acid, poon and slumber parties. The girls deliver 26 minutes of pubescent rhymes over rave damaged synths and trashcan-like drum machines. The songs are fast, noisy pieces of 8-bit electro thrash filtered through a hot pink lens. Slut Cunt Hairbrush opens the album into the girls hormone drenched world of teencore. Riding high on the BPM?s is the penis frenzied Put It In. Cuntry Lovin? is an electro hoedown paying homage to incest. The longest song on the album at four minutes is Tracey?s Slumba Party, which features such sing-song vocals as: ?I sneak into her brother?s room, And try to seduce him with my hot young poon, I jump on his bed and suck his cock, We have bangin? sex and he cums in is sock.? Wow, classic! It?s obvious that time in Japan?s noise/breakcore capital of Osaka has influenced the girls on tracks like the squealing Love Neva Dies and the closing Hormone Megamix. Listening to Toxic Lipstick is like a frosted cake with sprinkles, you can only take so much before you vomit. Fortunately for the girls, that is just the kind of aesthetic that they make sound so kewl." 7/10 -- Michael Flora, Foxy Digitalis.

"Peakers and tweakers alike unite! Australia’s original ecky-jawed badgirls are back with their second full-length, jammed to the brim with foul ’n’ feisty skag-tech rapdowns and bangin’ carnivalesque delights. These teen idols are ill at ease spewing giggly rushes of crass peer group pressure over BPM rapidfire and mongoloid 8-bit brutality. They wrangle themes of incest and cow birth on ‘Cuntry Lovin’’ and squeal on heat for chaos and man-meat throughout ‘Put It In’, which surges like Sigue Sigue Sputnik scoring Mortal Kombat porn. ‘Tracey’s Slumba Party’ is included on this disc as well as on their excellent debut – with overworked smartchord arrangements and a sing-song vocal delivery, Toxic Lipstick are somehow able to make ‘poopin’ seem like the most relevant word in the English language. Forever young, these globe-trotting marvels present the Australian youth experience through a hot pink lens, aiming digital guns at a mile-long shitlist of disillusioned yet totally hot sluzzas and bevans. Puberty is a battlefield." - Adrian Trajstman, MESS+NOISE.

"Lock up your My Little Pony and any sharp objects left lying around, because Toxic Lipstick are back. With little time to spare in fact – Prisoner Of Hormones represents Synthia J Popp and Cyndii Valentine’s second album in 12 months, a time they’ve spent relocated in Japan’s noise / breakcore capital Osaka before only recently returning to their homebase in sunny Brisbane. The resultant time spent amongst such contemporaries in Osaka as Ove Naxx (with whom the girls recently undertook an Australian East coast tour) has clearly invigorated their furious electro-thrash attack, with this second album presenting 12 new tracks over a furious total running length of just 26 minutes. As for the lyrical subject matter, listeners to last year’s debut offering When The Dove’s Cry will already have some inkling of what to expect, with Prisoner Of Hormones picking up the baton from that previous record with themes ranging from underage lust, heroic drug use and menstruation to pony grooming. Curiously enough, Prisoner Of Hormones comes across as one of Dual Plover’s most ‘accessible’ releases in some time, a description likely to be more indicative of the confrontational nature of that imprint’s release aesthetic than any intended approachability on Toxic Lipstick’s part. Opening track ‘Slut C*nt Hairbrush’ crashes proceedings open with a bang, the girl’s processed teencore yelps riding a stiffly robotic electro-rockabilly backing of analogue synths and tinny-sounding drum machine rhythms, before ‘Dear Diary…’ sees fellow Brisbane noiseniks Anal Cookie bringing the noise on a studio collaboration that places screwed-up hiphop beats beneath Synthia’s trash-talk rapping (”Being a teen is really tuff / especially when you’ve got an itchy muff / all I wanna do is get fully laid / mum does too and she gets paid.”) From there, ‘Truth Dare’ unleashes a furious volley of rapid-fire breakcore rhythms beneath swirling ‘Flight Of The Bumblebee’-esque synths in a rave-damaged slice of thrash that’s had too much red cordial, while ‘C*ntry Lovin’ even manages a sly digression into inbred electro hoedown territory (”I love you like my daughter / even though you are my sister”). Like many of their fellow Dual Plover brethren, Toxic are undoubtably a primarily visual prospect that’s best experienced live in person, where you can “aah” at their matching full-body Doremon pyjama suits and freak at the drooled fake blood. Prisoner Of Hormones certainly represents the perfect audio souvenir, and easily represents a stronger, more diverse collection than its predecessor. In the mood for gratuitous eighth grade toilet / sex humour over speedcore tempos? Let’s hope these two sluzzas never graduate Year Nine…" - Chris Downton, cyclicdefrost

 
when the doves cry
When the Doves Cry, CD (toxic, 2005) (sold out)
Toxic Lipstick are still chillin' in grade 9 at Poxy Avenue State High, but that hasn't stopped them from releasing the DOPEST album (as voted by ravers on the party island Ibiza) of 2005…’'When the Doves Cry'. The only thing that can be said of this seminal album is that it is definitely hotter than Drazic.

 
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LINKS :

OFFICAL HOMEPAGE
Toxic Lipstick on <LAST fm><Myspace>
<Toxic Lipstick Reveal All, article from fasterlouder
><Rave Magazine interview><Scene Magazine interview>